Perpendic(k)ular

FLUFF & COMFORT

At first it had been Damien's cat who was snuggling with him on the bed, his head rested on his folded arm with his hand playing with the curls falling to the back of his head, legs close to his chest while the AC chilled his bare calves. His cat's fur was really soft, considering the bath given to her an hour earlier, and Damien couldn't help but aw at the little fluffball that peacefully breathed while snuggled into his chest. For the past hour since the bath, it had been a simple silence in the room, the AC humming quietly and the soft purrs were all that floated in the chilly air. Somewhere in the background Shayne was swearing at Mario Kart.

With a little sneeze, Damien's cat awoke and stumbled to her feet. She began stretching gloriously before trotting to the edge and hopping off, ignoring Damien's whining protests. Damien pouted, lying on the empty bed and just wanting to snuggle his cats or something, as long as he was getting warmth and affection he'd be fine.

Damien and Shayne had gotten home from the office a few hours earlier and just did their own things. Shayne had been working on a script for another skit before getting frustrated with ideas and resorting to Mario Kart, not necessarily something that calmed his nerves as intended but at least he wasn't angry at the script anymore. Damien lied on his bed by himself for a bit until his cat had joined him. After noticing the sticky and matted fur on her scruff Damien figured it was time to bathe her, and so he did that for a few minutes until the two returned to cuddle on the bed together. And Damien, up until now, cold and alone on the soft bed, was quite enjoying the rest of his day.

When a few minutes of loneliness became too much for Damien's rampant thought process, he sighed as loudly and dramatically as possible, only now noticing the silence in the living room and the rest of the apartment. For another few seconds, filled with a little bit of disappointment, there wasn't a response, so Damien had assumed Shayne had either left for a quick errand or had maybe fallen asleep after his yelling fit at the game. Damien hoped he hadn't broken another controller.

The loneliness that crept up his spine and settled uncomfortably in the back of his mind wasn't helping his crave for affection. He placed his left arm on his right one underneath his head and adjusted his legs to be closer to his chest in an attempt to find some comforting warmth. It didn't really work out too well but he congratulated himself on the attempt nonetheless. Another sigh left him as he settled himself into a ball of sadness and self-deprecation. He'd been told countless times by Shayne and friends and fans that he was a great person, and he believed them for their sake, but in times when he was alone like this those darker thoughts couldn't help but weave themselves into his brain.

He'd probably been in that headspace for far too long by the time something made the bed dip right in front of him, his thought process coming to a screeching halt by the sudden intrusion to his personal bubble. Crystal blue eyes exploding with yellow in the centre gazed worriedly into his own deep mocha eyes. When the pieces finally came together he smiled at Shayne, who returned the silent greeting with a still worried smile.

"Hey Shayne," Damien croaked lightly.

"Hey," Shayne responded simply, a little less worry in his expression, "you feeling okay?"

The shrug Shayne got in response wasn't really the best, but after knowing Damien for so long it was still something he could understand. A sigh of content queued a little sense of safety in Damien's chest, his hands itching to just hold Shayne. So he did.

His arms wrapped around him to rest on his back, one on the mid section of his back and the other on his shoulder blade, which slightly flexed in response. For a moment Damien was scared he had invaded Shayne's personal space, until he felt Shayne's hand slide up the back of his neck gently and comb through his hair. He relaxed more, leaning his head into Shayne's chest, loosely covered by his cowbae's tee. The scent that wafted into his nose was a fresh shower smell, like clean laundry.